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Name: Justin
Country: United States
State: Indiana
Metro: Anderson
Gender: Male


Interests: Building relationships with many different people.. Writing, reading, watching movies, and just hanging out with my kid...
Expertise: Just being who I am, so that I may be a light for others to see through... I am a jack of all trades, and a master of none.. haha another cliche
Occupation: Legal
Industry: Legal


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Member Since: 9/17/2005

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Monday, January 07, 2008

NUMB

I guess I am just numb...  You know that feeling when all is silent, and you dont know how to feel anymore.. I found myself staring at a wall the other day in my living room..  I dont know how much time passed, it was midnight thought... You know one of those nights where the lights are off but the tv is on in the background, no sound, and there you are left in silence...  Drowning in your own thoughts... But not one thought is specific to anything of substance... 

In the movies, there are soundtracks for moments like this...  but real life is silent... There is no song to sum up all of my feelings, and I dont think that I would want to listen to it if there were... 

"WHAT THE FUCK MAN" - pc walker...

Truly the best way to put it...  I sat there in the dark, tv blue in the background, and I asked God "What the fuck man??????"  I am exhausted, and i guess i dont expect anyone to actually read this... It is that kind of tired that where you cant sleep... You just numb your self with thoughts of walls.. And thoughts of tears, that never seem to come, and when they do, they dont end... 

Confusion, anxiety, sleepless nights, hate, anger, pain, tears, all scrambled together = numb...

I just want to be held,... I just want a hug from someone who i truly believe when they say it will be ok...

 

She has surgery tommorrow...  I just want to run away... And at the same time, i just want to stay and hold her... 

Sorry i am rambling...

fuck

Justin


Thursday, January 03, 2008

Noone told me bad days would be like this... Today was suppossed to be an amazing day, hearing the baby heart beat...  but instead we find that it is an abnormal pregnancy (whatever the fuck that means...) and we have lost the baby... bad fucking day

 

and for some reason i feel like posting this song by the Counting Crows... if you dont like it... well who gives a shit

Fading everything to black and blue
You look a lot like you
Shatter in the blink of an eye
You keep sailing right on through
Every time you say you're learning
You just look a lot like me
Pale under the blistering sky
White and red
Black and blue
You've been waiting a long time
You've been waiting a long time
To fall down on your knees
Cut your hands
Cut yourself until you bleed
Fall asleep next to me
Wait for everyone to go away
And in a dimly lit
room where you've got nothing to hide
Say your goodbyes
Tell yourself we'll read
a note that says
I'm sorry everyone
I'm tired of feeling nothing goodbye
Wash your face
Dry your eyes
Cause you've been waiting a long time
You've been waiting a long long time
To fall down on your knees
Cut your hands
Cut yourself until you bleed
But fall asleep next to me
Have a dream I'm falling down
On my face
Scrape my knees
Scrape my hands until they bleed
Cause you're fast asleep next to me
Next to me [3X

 

 

 

 

 

 


Wednesday, December 19, 2007

This is your land... Counting crows style yeah i cried

This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York Island
From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me

As I was walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway
I saw below me that golden valley
This land was made for you and me

This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York Island
From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me

I've roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me

This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York Island
From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me

When the sun came shining and I was strolling
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting
This land was made for you and me

This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York Island
From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me

Hey mr. president, wanna talk about the government, all about the poverty deep inside our souls, what about the wellfare, mr. it seems like you dont care, I know this land was made for you and me

I said hey mr. president, i wanna talk about the government, what about the poverty deep inside our souls, hey hey hey what about the well fare mr. it seems like you dont care.

I know this land was made for you and me

Hey mr president, wanna talk about the government what about the poverty deep inside our souls, no no don't you give a damn about the well fare, mr it seems like you just don't care,

i know this land was made for you and me


Monday, December 03, 2007

Sharon is pregnant....  WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


Friday, November 30, 2007

Austin: Daddy do pirate

Daddy: ARRRRRRRRR (yeah I am good)

Austin: Daddy i poo pooed on my hand

Daddy : Really that sucks,

Austin : Taste it

 

 

Actual conversation....

 



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